It's pretty sad how everything ends so quickly, like how danceworks ended. Ah, screw this. I dont wanna blog bout this.
This stupid feeling doesnt go away. I want to cry, now!
Marie's a big girl, and big girls don cry. So we wont be sore losers and cry over split milk, we must be strong and face reality. I'm taking this SO well.
I'm so free now, i stay back to study. Not to dance, meanwhile i'm looking forward to Wednesday cause there's the St Pat's performance rehersal! Oh yayness. No more dancewroks means no more dance and that also means fat. Oh god, damn it.
I flunked history and mothertongue. Okay, i know youre not suprised so just shutup and stop gloating cos you did better. Gosh, damn it. I'm back to this, eateateat lifestyle now. Most probably, i'll be spending my day eating and sobbing over stupid things, hah. Loser! Got Nicholas Spark's True Believer today. Sounds like good stuff. Hopefully the book'll keeep me far away from pigging out.
I'm sorry if you've mistaken me for something i didnt do, i'd gladly make myself clear that i dont know anything you dont want me to know. Though i dont know what is it youre trying to hide. I wish you'd initiate to talk things out.
Dont blame me if i say i'm not over you.
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